"I don't ever dream about you and me
I don't ever make up stuff about us, that would be classed as insanity
I don't ever drive by your house to see if you're in
(...) And I don't know your timetable / I don't know your face off by heart
But I must admit that there still a part of me that thinks
We might get on / That we could get on / That we should get on"